Comments of the past dynasties
Writing Li Bai’s poems
Li Du’s articles are as bright as ever. (Han Yu)
Li Hou has some good sentences, which are often like a negative tone. (Du Fu)
Bai Ye's poems are incomparable, and his thoughts are unparalleled. (Du Fu)
Li Bai wrote a hundred poems about drinking wine and went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City. The emperor couldn't get on the boat, so he claimed that he was a wine-drinking immortal. (Du Fu)
Everyone in the world wants to kill, but I only pity the talented person. (Du Fu)
Drunk in sleep in the autumn, walking hand in hand with the sun. (Du Fu)
When the cool breeze comes to the end of the day, what does the gentleman think? (Du Fu)
Who is the hero who spends his days drinking and singing wildly, flying high and domineering? (Du Fu)
The capital is covered with crowns, but this man is only haggard. (Du Fu)
Poetry is always about talent, there is genius, there is talent, there is talent. I have Li Taibai as a genius, Du Zimei as a local, and Wang Mojie as a talent. Taibai wins with Qi and rhyme, Zimei wins with rhythm, and Mojie wins with reason and interest. Taibai has a thousand-year elegance, and its beauty is on a generation-wide scale. Every line of the teachings of Mojie Jing Mahaxiong is consistent with the holy teachings. (Xu Zeng)
The wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts roared into sword energy, and half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was taken away by spitting out the cuffs.
(Yu Guangzhong)
Writing couplets about Li Bai
Eternal poetic talent, Penglai article Jian'an bones
Generally proud, Qinglian layman banished to immortals
Banting Qingfeng Mountain and Water
A Boat of Bright Moon Wine and Poems
Drinking among the wine flowers, on the needle-grinding stone
Leaning on the sword in the sky, hanging the bow and hibiscus
p>Poor bones in the desolate ridge and poor spring
There were once earth-shattering works
Unparalleled poets and wines in the prosperous Tang Dynasty
The first house of Qinglian Literary Garden
The poems of immortals and wine are empty for eternity
The first floor of Mingda Jiangtian Chou
Crazy enough that everyone wants to kill
The emperor cannot breathe when he is drunk
I went to sleep in a restaurant in Chang'an City, and I dared to be proud of the emperor when I was drunk
It was a good moonlight at Jitou, and I still said that I was banished to the immortal and returned